I found my love on the Internet

2024 Author: James Gerald | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 14:00

Dating on the Internet has never hurt me. And all the stories about the happy marriages of those who met through the computer web seemed fictional to me. The Internet has been installed at my home for half a year. And all this time, my single mom asked me to put her photo and data on one of the dating sites. Having found the sites I needed with the help of Aport, I got down to business with pleasure. The occupation was adventurous and in no way bothered me, since overseas grooms on the Internet had to be either disabled, or not handsome, or people with cockroaches in their heads. It could not be otherwise: good ones and without the Internet are dismantled with hands and feet. But out of curiosity (which my insatiable journalistic interest does not push me to) I also put my data on one of the sites - www. Friendfinder.com (as I later learned - one of the most famous dating sites).

Mom, at her 50 years old, received only a few letters without further prospect of a meeting and a successful marriage. To me … I simply did not expect this - they wrote from Germany, Malta, Greece, USA, England, Australia (for some reason, there were the most single men there). Remembering English on the go (thanks to the special school - I still have some knowledge), I started a correspondence. Also for fun.

I could not place my photo, as there were problems with finding a scanner, and why was it necessary to look for it? Many acquaintances then wondered what I wrote in my profile, if letters poured on me, as if from a cornucopia? Without a photo, as the unwritten rules of all dating sites say, it's better not to poke your nose.

The first to send the letter was Martin from New Zealand. A handsome, athletic-looking man of 40 years old. I'm 22. I think: what kind of relationship you can start with"

On the day of Mart's arrival from Amsterdam, where he stopped by to visit old friends, I was terribly worried. Arriving with my cousin to Sheremetyevo, I felt that my knees were shaking. We stand at the terminal from which the arrivals leave. I peer into the faces of people, trying to figure out which of them is "mine". A hundred people have passed, but "mine" is not there. Well, I think the guy got scared at the last minute. I saw a young man who looked like Martin with a huge suitcase, a video camera and a bouquet of flowers came up. It was Mart - young, handsome, and not at all retired. Two weeks of wandering around the capitals passed quickly. I didn't have to get used to each other. Apparently, the frankness and complete trust in the letters helped us get to know each other better.

Then there was Magnitka. All relatives were delighted with the radiant Martin, who brought absolutely everyone a small gift. Martin quickly adapted to Russia and all the time that he lived in my city, he himself went shopping for groceries. How he did it with his stock of five Russian words, one of which is "fool", I do not know.

Before leaving, Martin, having gathered all my family together, proposed to me and put a wedding ring on his finger. Since then, my life has spun at a breakneck speed - letters were sent to the embassy about a visa, I went to enhanced English courses, studied the road code (driving rules) of New Zealand. In March I am leaving for him. We write letters to each other several times a day, chat, and call back. We feel that we are really close and dear to each other.

How life will turn out, I do not know - anything can be. In the meantime, I'm just happy.

Masha